Planting my Flag – 20 to 40 Part 6

[Note: It is well-known that the death of consistency on a blog challenge is the first weekend. I have known this before. I remember knowing this before. But I struggle with it every single time. –L] I’ve known for a long time that I tend toward fantasy and away from science fiction when it comes […]

Panicked Room

I had no ideas when I sat down at the computer tonight. I wanted to write something quick. I finally settled on something like a mystery. Obviously, this wants to be expanded into something bigger, maybe a conspiracy or something, but I think I’m pretty happy leaving it where it is. It could be polished […]

Panicked Room

I had no ideas when I sat down at the computer tonight. I wanted to write something quick. I finally settled on something like a mystery. Obviously, this wants to be expanded into something bigger, maybe a conspiracy or something, but I think I’m pretty happy leaving it where it is. It could be polished […]

The Boy – 20 to 40 Gratitudes Part 2

Helping to raise Nick helped me to understand how little I know about anything. I have a hard time remembering what life was like before Nick, my attitudes and my opinions about parenting. I mean, I suspect I was pretty low-key. I don’t usually have a lot of opinions about things I don’t know anything […]

Gratitudes – 20 to 40

In 20 days, I’ll be turning 40. There’s a lot that has happened in my life to get me to this point, a whole pile of which I had nothing to do with, other than to be the beneficiary of their providence. So, since I like to try blog challenges, and because I haven’t had […]

Christian Mom

This piece of performance art crossed my Facebook feed this evening and kinda piqued my ire. Have you ever noticed that the people with the least certainty are generally those with views that are repugnant? The ones who will casually say something so insensitive and seemingly so wrong-headed, but filled with such certainty and conviction […]

World Poetry Day, 2016

I fight upon this field of words My sword a fountain pen My shield a sheaf of empty pages Drawing ink from my enemies’ veins The battle for the right words is no lie When any mischosen wither and die I will leave my mark or expire with a sigh After having gone to such […]

Shaking my Sandwich-Filled Fist at the Sky

I’m getting older. I get it. Time marches on, and the fourth decade of life beckons me. I feel right around 40. None of this feeling like a teenager (or a 60-year-old) for me. And I accept it. One thing I wasn’t expecting from getting older is something that I have to come to terms […]